She rolled her eyes before turning around, giving them her back. They were both very nice guys, but sometimes, they were too much like…well…like men.
Cooking might not be part of her chores, but it sure was nice feeding hungry men. And those two sure ate a lot! Probably because of all the calories they consumed keeping their bodies in peak shape. Muscled, sweaty bodies…
She felt her cheeks redden at the image in her head, and she turned back to the stove, grabbing the wooden spoon and stirring the sauce while they chatted behind her.
She was slowly getting used to sharing a house with two men, but it’d been very weird at first. Clothes seemed to magically appear in every corner, usually together with empty beer bottles. There’d been dust everywhere. Cobwebs. Mice droppings in the pantry. It’d taken her a good month to clear everything out and start from scratch.
Thinking back on that time, she smiled. They’d been so shocked that the state of their home had been that bad. She’d make a joke, her first one, teasing them, wondering how two strong SEALs like them could be afraid of a poor little mouse. They’d snapped to attention, leveling dark gazes at her…until they’d seen the laughter in her eyes.
That was the moment when their relationship had shifted. She’d gone from caretaker and housemate to something more. It’d been nice to fall into this easy camaraderie, her evenings at home suddenly no longer so damn lonely.
All she’d had to do was forget the way they looked. Which would be a lot easier if they stopped working out half-naked.
She jerked, brought back to the present by the insistent voice behind her.
“What?” she asked as she turned around.
“Tell me you put meat in that sauce of yours,” Drew pleaded from his seat.
Her lips twitched. “I thought you’d agreed we’d eat vegetarian at least once a week?”
“No!” His eyes wide, he stood up and went to her. “You’re kidding, right? Tell me you’re kidding!”
She burst out laughing. “You should see your face. Too easy,” she added, turning back to quickly give the sauce another stir. “There’s hamburger in it, okay?”
“Thank God for that,” he muttered behind her, sounding far closer than before.
Her body stilled, her fingers clenching around the spoon when she felt his body brush hers from behind. His face appeared right beside hers as he bent down and inspected the contents of the pan.
Hands landed on her hips, the touch light but already too much. She started at the warm sensation of his fingers on her. She hadn’t been touched by a man in so long it felt odd. Pleasurable, but still quite awkward.
She realized he’d been holding himself when he pushed back from her and walked away. Finally able to breathe, she gulped air and focused on the bubbling pasta sauce.
Forcing herself to stop thinking about the way he’d felt behind her, Kristyn ignored the strained silence at her back. While she busied herself getting the pasta ready, only one thought remained: she couldn’t think of them that way.
Scott lay on his bed, his eyes closed and his breathing regular. His ears, however, were attuned to every sound in the rest of the house, his body ready to move at any moment.
A chair scraped downstairs, the kitchen tiles easy to recognize. He knew her schedule by heart now and knew that within five minutes her hot chocolate would be ready and she’d be back at the table. She’d be wearing those short PJs that skimmed her curves and showed the legs no one else had probably seen in years.